I’m standing before you Almost entirely naked – Almost. … Waiting with this last shred… I’m asking you to unclothe my soul Let your fingers run delicately down my spine Tracing the dignity of a thousand ancestral goddesses before me That bore me; See that my eyes are not like stars But entire galaxies themselves…
Author: Sharkey
Writer | lover | educator | traveler | learner | humanitarian | advocate | seeker | light warrior | divine woman |
Living is my art and love is my masterpiece.
I am the water [a poem]
The site went down yesterday for the first time ever due to a fluke, so I make a peace offering with this poem I wrote last year and a brief introduction about it. I have always felt a rather deep, truly divine connection to water. Even that feels an understatement – it’s more accurate to…
Offer your smile only genuinely [a brief, crafted thought]
It is both possible and necessary to be successful and happy without wishing harm upon our adversaries, for this is an invitation to evil thought. Evil should never be allowed to feel so welcome in the house of our minds: this perpetuates and excuses evil unconsciously when it is later greeted. After all, our adversaries…
as will you & I at dawn and dusk [a poem]
Maybe I was beautiful Once, behind the dust veil Lace dancing on the light Blessing the space our souls danced In the ballroom between our lips. I look over my shoulder at you, demure smile Mystery learned from your secret-keeping ways Will it hurt you to count the others that have waltzed here since you left…
“Would you die for my son?” [a Crafted Thought/Social Commentary]
“Ally” I’ll start in admitting that I kind of hate this word, this need to label and be labeled. The concept is wonderful, yes, and it probably is nice for people not directly in a cause to feel unified by some idea, but I think it is unnecessary and distracting. Too many people spend more…
Sidenote [a plug]
I started my venture in blogging for other than personal reasons (and let’s be honest, this is still a very personal website) at the onset of 2012 at kisstheplanet.wordpress.com. My intent was to share some of the aspects of my lifestyle that allowed me to live a little more naturally, cheaply, and consciously, at the…
The Power of Image [a musing]
Thin, fit, thick, short, muscular, bony, dark, light-skinned, big-eyed, nappy-headed, curly… It is amazing the power body image has over so much, over our own holistic self-images, over others, affecting ideas of worth and ability and potential. We fantasize about the perfect body, obsess over it, and go to great lengths destroying or altering the…
Gambler [a poem]
The devastation was not about my heart alone but in watching the pedestal upon which you always stood crumble to the ground: along the side, the inscription had read “strength.“ I thought you would win against this. I’d read the confidence in the way you seemed to play all the hands the universe dealt took…
“N*gger lovers don’t live very long” [a personal response]
With some extra sleep due to weather conditions delaying work, but not so icy roads, I thought my day was off to a good start and I deserved to splurge on a chocolate granola something I was craving. With a few bucks in my handbag and about two extra minutes on the dash clock, I pulled into…
The Danger of Loving is that You Learn to Live in Truth [micropoems]
I’ve seen monuments built to strength Crumble and fall Bring men to their knees In anger of the pain I know it all too well For even the soundest of structures Cannot emulate the courage Of a beating heart. It’s okay to stand up, darling The Phoenix is no myth But what becomes of a…
fantasy realized? [a poem]
Suspended gracefully like an acrobat between reality and sleep’s resort, my mind calls out to your image: A king wandering in pilgrimage from his throne seeking a more noble crown of humbler sheen. I fight to believe in or against you Not knowing yet if it’s safe to reach out, or if I’m simply imagining…
wet lips to paint your dreams [a poem]
Unconsciously My lips kiss my tongue In a slowed, quiet moistening Preparing for a delicate meeting Of mouth to tip The small hole my lips embrace Filled with potential to Create new worlds My hands find their place In gentle but assured grip Without thought The subconscious confidence of one who’s Done this many times…
Sharkey Speaks 